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Post by katiewilder on May 9, 2015 1:10:06 GMT
Electra nodded" thank you Patrick "She said gently and glanced down. she figured he knew her name since before one trip one of the royal princeses hated her and it was that princess she was asigned to protect. She leaned back and glanced at him" what's up? "She asked gently. [ alright is there anything that electra needs to know in town?]
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 1:34:40 GMT
"You're welcome," Patrick blew into his mug and took a sip. He shrugged, shaking his head a little. "There rarely is anything new and exciting going on with me. Might be a bit sad to admit, but it's true." He blew into his coffee a few more times. "What about you? Being a guard and all, I imagine your days must be more exciting than mine." Well, he supposed excitement for a guard would mean someone is attacking their charge. Which wouldn't be good at all but that still counted as excitement.
[Anything she needs to know in Thuringar? I don't think so.]
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Post by katiewilder on May 9, 2015 2:00:44 GMT
Electra smiled and looked at him" yeah I understand. my day is pretty much the same watching over the royal family. " she said calmly" but there are some crazy times. especially with the royal daughters getting to the age that they are thinking about dating "she said calmly and smiled. She looked at him and smiled. She brushed her dark hair behind her ears and took a drink of her hot chocolate.
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Post by Niitari on May 9, 2015 23:51:22 GMT
There was a slight groan from the thing in the other room, and then came a loud bout of coughing. Kieran's eye flew open and he scanned the room rapidly, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening. He opened his mouth to say something, trying to breathe or talk or call out, but any such action was fruitless as the movement ripped his fangs out of his upper jaw. Something of a guttural scream rose out of him, building in volume till he was screeching like a wild animal. Writhing till he had rolled out of bed to the floor, he lost all sense of self and coherence as all he knew was the burning pain that spiked through his entire body.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 0:39:27 GMT
“Oh…I suppose I should wish you some luck? I imagine there’ll be a lot of sneaking in and out of the castle.” Patrick raised an eyebrow, smiling a little. Being a doctor he’s had his own fair share of dealing with crazy times, however he’d yet have to deal with teenagers and their dating. Taking another sip of his coffee, his brows furrowed when he thought he heard a noise from the other room. At the coughing, Patrick set his mug down and stood. "Excuse me will you. I need to go and check on another patient. Please wait here."
Patrick entered the other room just as Kieran begun to scream. "Kieran!" He yelled, trying to make himself heard over the weredragon's screeching. Running over to the medicine cabinet, he filled a large syringe of morphine. Finding an IV line around the boy's writhing form he stuck the syringe in and emptied the medicine into it.
The werehorse waited a few moments before he knelt down next to the Draeyva Prince. "Kieran?" He didn't want to take a hold of the teen just yet, not wanting to cause him anymore pain until the morphine kicked in. "I'm Patrick. I've met you once before, in the dungeon, remember?" He frowned, hearing a roar coming from outside, but the white dragon would have to wait until Kieran was tended to first.
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Post by katiewilder on May 10, 2015 3:38:08 GMT
She chuckled and nodded" thank you and I properly will need it" she said then heard it as well. When he rose from his seat she nodded" alright" she said and watched him go. She took sips of her drink as she waited and kept an ear out for danger.
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Post by Niitari on May 10, 2015 5:17:11 GMT
The weredragon thing rolled its eyes up to stare in rapt attention at the one thing that could possibly keep its attention. Breathing blood and feeling it run down his face, Kieran stared at Patrick with a look that screamed "help me!" even when his voice had failed him. He uncurled his fingers from his palms, reaching out with a hand that was part scaled, part flesh, towards Patrick. But then he was reduced to a spasming, shrieking mess again once his resolve to concentrate was broken by the weight of his ruin.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 12:20:59 GMT
The doctor frowned, seeing the blood running down Kieran's face. Catching the teen's gaze, he saw the look he was given. "I can't treat you like this..." Patrick spoke softly. The state Kieran was in now, it would have been easier to treat a dragon than the mix the eldest Dreayva currently was. He hesitated, moving slowly to take Kieran's hand, but at the sudden spasming and shrieking the werehorse's resolve hardened. If he wanted to help Kieran it had to be done. It was risky, but there was nothing else left for him to do. This form itself was causing Kieran enough pain.
Getting to his feet and returning to the medicine cabinet, Patrick filled up another syringe with adrenalin. He returned to Kieran's side, kneeling down beside him, he gritted his teeth. Using his other arm he held Kieran down. "I'm sorry," he muttered, hesitating for a second before plunging the adrenalin into Kieran's heart.
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Post by Niitari on May 10, 2015 17:56:17 GMT
Kieran was beside himself with his pain, unable to function or see sense. Everything before his eyes became warped, like he was staring at the world through a dark fog. Something like fire shot through his veins, like lightning really. He felt his body shatter and distort, the bones popping and moving around under his skin. The dragon eye expanded, then shifted and rolled back till there was a human eye. The fangs grew as his jaw came out of alignment, slicing through his upper jaw and into his nose and cheeks, adding more destruction to his already shredded face. Then finally they grew away so that human teeth were there. Everything began to strangely contort and mold itself back into human shape. When it was over, he just lay there, stunned, staring, bloody, breathing shallow and fast, still not fully cognizant of where he was or what had just happened. All he could focus on was breathing.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 18:21:15 GMT
Patrick remained kneeling next to Kieran, watching as he changed back into human form. Once the weredragon was human once again it was easier for the doctor to visually assess his injuries. His arms were at unnatural angles, whether broken or dislocated it remained to be seen. With all the blood it was hard for him to see if there were other wounds besides those on his face, but those needed to be looked after first.
Giving Kieran a few moments, Patrick slowly put his arms around the weredragon and lifted him up off the floor to place him on the bed. "You are in far worse condition than the last time I saw you, Mr. Dreayva," He spoke softly, going about getting cloths, and returning to wipe the blood off Kieran's body. "I suppose it was pointless to hoped I'd one day see you in prefect health....I usually never do see my patients unless I'm needed." Cleaning the gashes, he stitched them up before bandaging them. Gently taking a hold of Kieran's face with one hand, he wiped off the blood with the other. He frowned, hearing the screeching outside. "I thought that one came to trust me a bit."
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Post by katiewilder on May 10, 2015 19:05:21 GMT
Electra glanced towards the window near where the white dragon was. She took a deep breath and relaxed some as she let her mind travel away to another time. back to her past as she remembered some stuff. people that pasted her by, people she had met and people she fought to protect the royal family.
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Post by Niitari on May 10, 2015 19:35:26 GMT
Kieran just stared, silent. He was breathing, but barely. Everything had to be forced: his heartbeat, his breathing, blinking, swallowing. Every little move that should have come naturally felt heavy and sluggish now, like there was something that was trying to hold him back. He barely felt the stitches being made in his skin. There were worse pains in his body than that.
The only thing that seemed to phase him was the feel of a wet washcloth on his face. His eye flickered to Patrick, and he stared up at the man with that fearful, pleading look: like a wounded animal that resigns itself to its fate at the hands of humans, too weak to fight back, just seeking some kind of relief.
The blood on his face seemed to be originating mostly from his mouth and throat, both internally from what he had coughed up and externally from where his dragon fangs had ripped through his jaw, cheeks, and lips.
Kieran finally looked away, turning his gaze to the small window in the room. He did not like what he saw reflected in Patrick's eyes.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 20:11:54 GMT
It was not uncommon for Patrick to have patients that did not speak to him; whether they couldn't or whether they didn't wish too. The doctor was frowning as he worked, though his gaze softened when Kieran's frightened gaze met his. "Do you need anything? Something for the pain? Something to help you sleep? To help you breathe?" He planned on doing such things after he tended to the worst of Kieran's wounds, but if the teen needed it now he'd give it to him. "I understand speaking is out of the question, but perhaps you could blink your answer? Once for 'yes', twice for 'no'?" Still he continued to tend to Kieran's face when the weredragon looked away. He was frowning again, brows furrowed as he started to do the stitches.
Myles snorted seeing the other werehorse through the window, but not the doctor. Getting up on all fours he shuffled around the cottage, his wing slowly dragging across the floor. Peering into the next window, he huffed when he didn't see anyone in there and continued on. At the next window, he slumped to the ground when he saw Kieran laying on a bed with the doctor tending to him. Did the doctor force him back to human? What happened to the kid's face?
"You were that worried I was hurting him that you couldn't stay where you were?"
His gaze locked in on the doctor, and his eye narrowed, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. How was he supposed to know whether or not this doctor really wasn't going to hurt the were-boy? It wasn't like you could trust everyone just by what they said.
"Now you could rest easy knowing I'm not hurting him."
The white dragon snorted, looking away from the room and to the cottage's surroundings.
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Post by katiewilder on May 10, 2015 22:09:49 GMT
Electra raised a brow and listened while the dragon moved around the cottage. She glanced towards the room that Patrick went in and then finished her hot chocolate. She slowly stood up and made her way to the sink doing some dishes. She thought since she was waiting might as well.
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Post by Niitari on May 11, 2015 1:02:28 GMT
Kieran's face shifted into an expression of misery. His breathing was more and more choked now, and he lifted his broken arm and put it over his eyes. His other hand just gripped the sheets. He didn't want anything anymore. He was so overwhelmed by the most basic of human needs that he couldn't even think anymore. What did he want? The King to be alive? Razka dead? His brother? His mother? What did he want? No one ever asked him that. He had never wondered. Never cared. And now, somehow, he was here. Alone. Confused. Despairing. And it was as if his whole life upended itself and everything was flooding out of him in one rush. So he just cried silently, tears streaming down his face from his covered eyes.
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